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Apr 25, 2006 20:46



I Felt a Cleaving

I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.

Emily Dickinson

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wickedlady555 April 25 2006, 19:42:07 UTC
dickinson rocks my socks ;P

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kohakumiko April 26 2006, 03:47:34 UTC
-pokes- That is a really pretty poem :D

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